Where my neuroses come to nest.

Tackling Your Laundry List

I’m about to show you something that I usually keep behind closed doors.

This is not staged or styled or enhanced with any Instagram features for your benefit. This is my laundry. This is also my chair (if you can see under the mountain of mess.) I, like a child, tend to put off the ickier things in life… the things on my “to do” list that aren’t fun or pleasant. I often hear my mother’s sing-songy mantra in my head, “Sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to do.” I know she’s right, but that doesn’t keep me from saying, “I know, I know,” to nobody in particular like a crazy person as I pass by the ever-growing piles of laundry in pursuit of greener (but obviously not cleaner) pastures. Did I mention this wasn’t the only pile?

So today I’ve hit my mess threshold. I decided I need to be a role model for my son and clean up after myself. After I finish this post, I’m logging onto Netflix for back-to-back-to-back episodes of my latest guilty TV pleasure while I fold and more importantly PUT AWAY the laundry. But I’m not telling you what show I’m watching—that’s even more embarrassing than my laundry situation.